Is there any more barrier to cross?

Meeting you after crossing seas, lands, and deserts hot and cold.

When two parts meet a being unites…

The sands slip out of my grip, as in the water glazed at your thighs, Can we turn tides back and discover what’s real and unreal for ourselves?

Is the rose-smelling good today, all the leaves smell earthy today, back in those days, there were points in time we walked around,

On the barring hinges rests my vogue attire as we long each other, Near your mansion I lay cut loose, like a hopping teen, looking at girls that pass by.

I see us everywhere, under the sugar cane shrubs, near the lanky grass, as the love graces and interlope forming a boundary in its entirety.

When the doors close in, and the new life begins, maybe we were meant to stay or not stay, all lies in those gaps of meaningful gaze, decluttering the haze.

All lay in the grass, inside the earth’s crust, friends bonded with earthy ruptures, all dead and dug in the centre of the earth.

For even peeling hundreds of skin, unwearying and unravelling in many ways than one, my heart only shines for you.

Times have gone by and changed, all beings have moved on, and maybe the interplay is still left.

Meghna is coming again today, I do not know how to tell her how I feel. Maybe today is the time to break it. You may ask we glitter with beaming smiles, and the morning translucently graces us with the shine, I bring cotton candy for her and we share together. We land on the sugarcane fields and cut the plant in mid, it's still off-season for sugar and jaggery. The long stems act as a fortitude. Using my walkman running on tape, with predecided tracks, we listen, dance and occasionally make love underneath the pall of the world we are in. The birds chirp and butterflies come to peek at us, willing to see, what are the hoomans doing in our home. But as evenings come, my heart starts falling out of my chest. She unties the ring I gave her, wraps it inside a piece of paper and runs as a piece of her clothing befalls on my face and the pigments intermix with my sorrowful tears. The world of dreams tears inside and breaks out of its covering only to break again.

It does break again.

Grandpa! That’s so sad, How old are you then? Grandpa stared at the pulled-out mud, with tears dropping on the sand. Sagar stands up and hugs Grandpa. Grandpa’s eyes are still, his stature almost frail and giving up. Grandpa asks Sagar, “You are waiting to meet your girl, You should go!” “Are you alright Grandpa?” asks Sagar. “Sagar wait!” Grandpa requests Sagar. “Always make sure to board the train when the train asks you to board on it?”

Sagar remembers his granddad’s words. His heart is sinking, all in the lines and lanes of the sugarcane plants. It's always going to pain when he comes to the countryside. He takes in the feeling of Meghna and her footsteps that run after the evening is about to end. The corner where she turned and vanished. Is there any recourse? He still asks,

Sunil comes towards Sagar and says, “Baba place hasn’t changed much?” Sagar is Sunil’s grandfather and was quite intrigued by how he would like their paternal home. “Baba, why there is so much peace here?” asks Sunil to Sagar, Sagar replies, “There is always peace here Bud! It is a place that eats you up but then keeps you calm too.” Sagar’s hazy eyes could not believe what he was seeing. He saw an elderly woman coming towards him. His heart is saying this is Meghna. But at the back of the mind, it is in conflict with the heart. Is it though? He went near her! and asked, “Hey would you please tell me your name?” Sunil runs behind, Sagar stands next to his grandpa and looks to and fro from Sagar to the old lady. A young girl comes up to them and asks, “Can I help you?” Sagar asks, “Hey young lady is this your Grandma” She replies “Yes!” Is her name “Meghna?” The young girl replies “Yes she is my grandma.” Sagar’s heart always came out of his ribs and was panting, it was beating heavy. The young girl replies, “Do you know her?” Sagar replies, “I do actually” He says that with intrigue and curiosity. “But why is she not talking with me” asks Sagar. The young girl, “Oh! Do you not know Grandma has lost her memory, she has severe dementia?”

Sagar could not speak the next word. While Sunil asks, “Hey so sorry! for your Grandma.” The young girl replies, “It's okay! She is doing okay for now.” Sunil introduced himself as they were talking, Sagar held Meghna’s hands but she brushed it off almost being indifferent to him. Sagar gazed at Meghna while Meghna rolled her head away being excited as a toddler looking everywhere except him. But then Sagar saw Sunil and Meghna’s granddaughter bonding. As they went nearby, he held Meghna’s hand,

Thanks for all the love! Hopefully, in the next life, we will be together. Until then let us not ruin another love story, he smirked at her. I know Meghna you are there, maybe you are not conscious, once again thanks for all the memories.

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